For all those who will soon be jetting off to sunnier climes (which right now could mean anywhere!) and to rekindle memories of holidays past, I give you this poem:
Holiday Time
Holiday time,
Financial whine,
Plane to catch
Shoes to match?
Sun, surf and sea
Waiting for me.
Crashing waves,
All-night raves.
Beach body bared
Public beware!
Tiny thongs
Hide no wrongs.
Each day begun,
With warming sun.
Midday heat
Melting feet.
Watch! oversized
And scary-eyed
Big insects
Bite and peck.
Factor twenty
Should be plenty.
From the top…
Slip, slap, slop.
Reserved sunbeds
Summon hot heads,
Tempting sleep
Time will keep.
Sandcastles brave
The swooping waves.
Flags full mast,
Nothing lasts.
Cocktails all round?
Sparklers abound.
Drinks ablaze,
Children dazed.
Fall sound asleep
Cockroaches creep.
Out to play,
Dart away.
Two weeks of this;
Relaxing bliss,
Almost gone.
Nights left: one.
And so ‘til dawn,
‘Til early morn,
Cases crammed,
Coaches jammed,
We wait. We sing.
Take it all in.
Teary eyes,
Say goodbyes.
Some last snapshots
And that’s your lot.
Roll on next year
T’will soon be here.
© Frances Pallett
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That's great - sums it all up!